Jerry Leger - Isabella lyrics

Let's drink to Isabella In a room full of repairs Covering the bruises and scratches From the wild and restless years By the time those gla**es reach our lips She'll be wondering why we're here Confusion works through her mind Like the light shines through her hair "I'm beautiful and wonderful" she says In a fragile voice well aged "I've lived and learned every word On ever worn out page I was once the one you worried about I was once the girl you craved Now I'm standing here all by myself And I don't need to be saved. Life's long dirty road loved me And broke this heart in two I smiled and frowned up and down the town And hurt my eyes with truth I found the places where you meet People who never leave too soon They wait 'til you're weak, sick And you sleep in their cold, cold room I was young when I left home I wrestled with the winds I panicked in the nighttime glare And preyed I'd find a friend Someone to take me out of this life Out of these puddles of rain I trusted anyone in any old slum Who remembered my name And I fell for a cold hearted stranger In May of '59 He pounded on my frail emotions Oh, he battered up my mind But I left him stronger than before In a pale blue summer dress And a coat for the cold summer nights With a "born and die Canadian" crest I begged for a few whole dollars Just to get me on a Northland bus And I traveled as long as I could Through the greens and rocky rust And I fell asleep for a long long time Just hoping for something else I'd rather be a bum than a slave In some rich man's rattling house I lived from couch to couch Floor to covered porch I built my life back up I knew what I was looking for Some peace and quiet you get from living a certain way Not saying much, giving just enough Taking it day by day" Happy birthday, Isabella My sister of the west I never meant to criticize you Just to give you all my best I know you're happy, I know you're free Midnight still gives you its glare I can learn from your twists and turns I'll tell you when I'm getting there